With liquid gold of precious blood
Thy Husband bought his bride.

His blood abundant value bore,
To make his purchase broad;

"T was fair divinity in gore,
Thy Husband is thy God.

Who purchas'd at the highest price,
Be crown'd with highest praise;

For in the highest paradise

Thy Husband wears the bays.

He is of heav'n the comely rose ;

His beauty makes it fair;

Heav'n were but hell, couldst thou suppose
Thy Husband were not there.

He thither did in pomp ascend,
His spouse along to bring;
That Hallelujahs without end

Thy Husband's bride may sing.

Ev'n there with him forever fix'd

His glory shalt thou see;

And nought but death is now betwixt

Thy Husband's throne and thee.

He 'll order death, that porter rude,

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ope the gates of brass;

For, lo! with characters of blood

Thy Husband wrote thy pass.

At Jordan deep then be not scar'd,
Though dismal-like and broad;

Thy sun will guide, thy shield will guard;
Thy Husband pav'd the road.

He'll lead thee safe, and bring thee home, And still let blessings fall

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grace while here, till glory come:

Thy Husband's bound for all.

His store can answer ev'ry bill,
Thy food and raiment's bought;
Be at his will, thou 'It have thy fill,
Thy Husband wants for nought.

What can thy soul conceive it lacks?
His store, his pow'r is thine;

His lib'ral heart to lib'ral acts
Thy Husband does incline.

Though on thy hand, that has no might,
He should thy task enlarge;

Nor work nor warfare needs thee fright,
Thy Husband bears the charge.

Thou wouldst (if left) thyself undo,
So apt to fall and stray;

But he uplifts and leads thee too:
Thy Husband knows the way.

SECTION X.

COMFORT TO BELIEVERS, FROM THE TEXT, THY MAKER IS THY

HUSBAND,

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INVERTED THUS, THY HUSBAND IS THY MAKER; AND

THE CONCLUSION OF THIS SUBJECT.

Or light and life, of grace and glore,

In Christ thou art partaker;

Rejoice in him for evermore,

Thy Husband is thy Maker.

He made thee, yea, made thee his bride,
Nor heeds thine ugly patch;

To what he made he 'll still abide,
Thy Husband made the match.

He made all; yea, he made all thine;
All to thee shall be giv'n.

Who can thy kingdom undermine?

Thy Husband made the heav'n.

What earthly thing can thee annoy?

He made the earth to be;

The waters cannot thee destroy:
Thy Husband made the sea.

Do n't fear the flaming element
Thee hurt with burning ire;

Or that the scorching heat torment:
Thy Husband made the fire.

Infectious streams shall ne'er destroy,

While he is pleas'd to spare;

Thou shalt thy vital breath enjoy:
Thy Husband made the air.

The sun that guides the golden day,
The moon that rules the night,
The starry frame, the milky way,
Thy Husband made for light.

The bird that wings its airy path,
The fish that cuts the flood,

The creeping crowd that swarms beneath
Thy Husband made for good.

The grazing herd, the beasts of prey,

The creatures great and small,

For thy behoof their tribute pay;
Thy Husband made them all.

Thine's Paul, Apollos, life, and death,
Things present, things to be;
And ev'rything that being hath,
Thy Husband made for thee.

In Tophet of the damn'd's resort
Thy soul shall never dwell,

Nor needs from thence imagine hurt;
Thy Husband formed hell.

Satan, with instruments of his,
May rage; yet dread no evil;
So far as he a creature is,

Thy Husband made the devil.

His black temptations may afflict,

His fiery darts annoy;

But all his works, and hellish trick,
Thy Husband will destroy.

Let armies strong of earthly gods
Combine with hellish ghosts,
They live, or languish, at his nods;
Thy Husband's Lord of hosts.